I know the games
you' ve been playing
I know the tricks,
so they won't work on me
I know the traps,
so i won't fall for them..
and I won't take your baits ...
so my dear!
you can keep playing
your games
and i will keep up with it
but know that
in this ruse
there won't be any winner
or loser
No one will ever
get a dime...
but our love - for sure
will succumed to the wounds
of time...

Riding
The color
Wheel

From
Liftoff
To splashdown

Onyx
Eyelids
Heavy with rheum

Waking to
Laminated
Stick-ons

A vinyl ocean
Of unco adhesion
And snap vacuum

Jettisoned
Trinkets
Of youth

Soaring
Prophetically
Overhead

Acquiescing
As scenes
Of upended worlds

The simple playgrounds
Both remembered
And loved

Red eyes
Dried lips
White icy fingertips
Cracked smiles
Hazy gazes
Blood stained phrases
White noise brings
Soft whispers
Playing games

I was weak
I'll admit it,
But that doesn't mean
You have rights
To play games
With my heart.

Your games and
childlike attitude
always put me
in a bad
mood.
It's like you
were trying your best
to leave a
permanent crease in
between my
brows.
- frown.

Stock stone still we wait
Frozen until we are sure
we heard simon says

i'm sorry i broke your heart
before you could b r e a k mine.